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HELLO MY NAME IS STONE AND I LOVE FANTASY - ALL SORTS OF IT - ALL MY RPs ARE FANTASY

MY FAVORITE KIND IS TECHNOFANTASY, THOUGH. THE KIND WITH SWORDS AND MAGIC AND GUNS AND MONSTERS AND SCIENCE AND SOMETIMES CARS TOO. YOU CAN DO SO MUCH WITH MODERN TECHNOLOGY IN YOUR FANTASY WORLD

OH I LOVE PALADINS TOO. THERE'S NOTHING COOLER THAN A PARAGON OF JUSTICE AND VIRTUE



LIST OF IDIOTS I LOVE INCLUDING DESCRIPTIONS FUCK YOU AVI

@Aviaire - IDIOT
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@Haha - IDIOT

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Safia hummed to herself as she made her way to the Adventurer's Guild. She'd gotten an alright haul at the bookstores, nabbing a few books on myths and faith as well as a couple mystery bags of books. The idea of the unknown always made her a bit giddy, whether it was books, booster packs of cards, or gacha rolls.

"What's this..? A tournament?"

She briefly considered it. She wasn't the best of fighters, that was certain, but maybe she could do with some more combat experience. Of course, frontlining wasn't her strong suit–very few casters could roll in the mud and live to tell the tale–but it was just a series of friendly bouts. And she could always heal herself.

Aaaaand there could also be other events, not just one on one duels. Well, why not, then? Safia had always fancied herself a good shot. Maybe she could get a bronze in a junior archery competition or something.



"Awawawa-aaaaaa... Too many people..." This was far and above what Safia had expected. A whole festival?? But it was too late. She'd signed up. And if there's one thing Safia Reges didn't do, it was back off from a challenge.

Though... maybe this challenge would be a little too much...

Safia listened intently to Ms. Relwind's introduction, then made her way to customs.

"Name, reason, and duration of stay?" The officer asked. Safia noted his slightly accented English.

"Safia Reges, study and pleasure, let's say a week for now. Oh, and here's my badge." Safia showed it for inspection, then accepted the bag of coins. She quickly checked inside, noting the total. Enough for some good food and books. Safia didn't need any weapons or armor, so she could afford to maybe pick up some study material.

She was particularly interested in the Arcturian god or gods. In the past, some religious leaders had shunned the idea of baptising non-humans. However, recent opinion was that the doors of the Church were open to anyone looking to seek salvation. Safia wanted to look more into Arcturian faith and its tenets. Sure, she could always read the textbook (which she did), but a firsthand or secondhand source could definitely illuminate underrepresented points of view.

And thus, with a quick bow to the customs officer, she headed out the door to look for a bookstore.

"I–wait, what?" Safia blinked, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temples. This was just a bad dream. "You want me to... teach you to summon angels??"

Otis gave her a look that said more than any words.

"Okay, okay. I get it." Safia was an idiot, but she wasn't stupid. The kid in front of her had a reputation. It was highly likely that he'd be using his summons for... questionable things. She couldn't possibly facilitate something like that! It was heresy! And the state of this room! Safia really couldn't say much, considering the state of her own home, but still! It looked like the lovechild of Richard Dawkins and Alister McGrath spawned from the violent hate-sex they clearly had after their famous debate! The sexual tension between the two had been undeniable. Why, when Dawkins had confronted the Logos discussion–she was getting distracted.

Safia reconsidered her knee-jerk reaction. She couldn't deny that she had a vested interest in the mechanics of holy magic. And so the gears in her head began to turn.

The holy magic she used was based on faith. The light magic she used was also based on faith, even though it was technically an elemental spell set. Her professor had written a whole paper on how channeling with the Word could allow holy magic users to cast spells that normally weren't considered "holy." She herself still used prayer to cast elemental magics, even though they weren't tied directly to Him. Safia didn't really know how (well, she knew how, but she'd never practiced it) to cast magic without prayer. And the faithless couldn't cast magic through prayer–that was a given.

So, if she taught Otis her particular brand of summoning, if he did anything untoward, surely the cast wouldn't go through... right...? Safia herself had done some... questionable things in the eyes of the lord, but she could still drink holy water and walk on blessed earth and cast spells through prayer. So maybe toeing the line a little was okay...?

It wasn't really her responsibility if Otis got himself excommunicated. Safia could just claim that she'd done her best to show him the light, and all would be fine. For her, at least.

She looked at him again.

"Psalm 92:12, "The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree, he will grow like a cedar in Lebanon." I'll teach you how to summon, but you better not do anything stupid. Only He knows what'll happen if you try and mix magics of different faith systems or mess with divinity too much."

Safia's weekdays were always strictly regimented.

6:30 to 6:45 - Wake up, check her inbox and respond to any notifications (sometimes hate mail).
6:45 to 7:15 - Write 200-300 words for her most recent project (currently a space station AU about two brothers stranded together. With tentacles.)
7:15 to 7:35 - Get fully dressed and ready for the day (brush and clean, habit, makeup)
7:35 to 8:00 - Breakfast
8:00 to 12:00 - Morning Classes
12:15 to 12:45 - Working lunch, usually on schoolwork or more writing
12:45 to 15:00 - Afternoon classes
15:15 to 15:20 - Arrive back at dorm room, strip clothes onto floor and collapse into bed
15:20 to 16:06 - 46 minute nap
16:07 to 18:00 - Schoolwork, Bible Study
18:00 to 18:30 - Dinner
18:30 to 20:00 - Spells practice
20:00 to 21:00 - Write 700 words
21:00 to 23:00 - [REDACTED]
23:00 to 00:00 - Scroll social media aimlessly until drifting off to sleep

Her life was in order. She was managing to balance work, play, writing, and schoolwork all in one. Fans wanted her, antis feared her. Yes, she didn't get to interact very much with other students, but it wasn't that big of a deal. She had church on Sundays and class during weekdays, which was more than enough physical interaction for her.

Safia liked people, loved them, even, especially their delightful relationships and crushes, and she was perfectly capable of interacting with them, but it was all so tiring. Much more fun to watch from a distance, hide in some bushes, and take notes. No, she very much liked her perfect little storm of organized chaos.

So, of course, it all had to come floundering to a halt.

Her classmate in Utsumi's class, the Strigidae who always blazed through work faster than a burning bush, strode by her desk at the end of the lecture and invited (well, moreso ordered) her to the library. Before she could even ask why, he'd disappeared.

Safia's brain immediately went into overdrive. She turned the words over and over in her head through the rest of the school day.

“Safia Reges... ...After school, library. Study room 2209e. Be there.”

Those words... could really only mean one thing, right? Coupled with the circumstances...

An invitation to a secluded place after school... neglecting to even meet her eyes for more than a second... the calm tone CLEARLY hinting at something hidden underneath... refusing to elaborate before leaving as fast as possible...

It was clearly a confession!

Safia blushed as bright a red as her hair. She'd never received a proper confession before! Growing up in convent hadn't exactly exposed her too much to members of the opposite sex. And she'd never been in a relationship before... But that'd be okay, right? There was a first time for everything, and she really did need to get some hands-on experience for her writing.

Her writing...

Ah.

Being in a relationship would eat into her personal time. It'd mean dates, but also less time to write. And with so many followers who'd be disappointed, she really couldn't have that, could she? She was just getting to the really REALLY good part, and she wouldn't want to leave her readers waiting in anticipation...

She took a deep breath, readjusted her outfit, then made her way to the library after classes finished. How did confessions usually go? Pretty terribly, all things considered. There could be baseballs flying through windows, fireworks breaking local explosive safety laws, or even a spontaneous wardrobe existence failure. She'd have to get it over quickly. VERY quickly, in order to avoid the worst possible outcome.

And, truth be told, she wasn't really all that into him anyway. Safia knew she could be a head-turner, but the boy's head turned a little too much for her liking. That thought gave her a little bit of comfort. There were plenty of other boys who might otherwise ask her out in the future.

Proverbs 13:12, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, But when the desire comes, it is a tree of life.”


Yes, there would be more chances in the future. She stopped at the door to study room 2209e, opened the door, stepped inside, and immediately bowed halfway and slammed her eyes shut.

"I'm sorry! I can't accept your feelings! I know you must be disappointed, but I'm still willing to be your friend, if it's not too selfish of me!"


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